LGF volunteer and 2017 recipient of the Persevere Scholarship, Kendra, shares her reflections and thoughts about her academic, community and personal pursuits and achievements.
For those who have overcome a personal experience, stepping into a support role after recovering from an eating disorder can be a deeply rewarding way to channel some of the lessons and insights learned in recovery into something hopeful and constructive for someone else who is struggling to find their way to a recovered life.
We do need to change the way we think about eating disorders, but more importantly we need to change how we actually go about fighting and eradicating this disease. So let’s break stigma, and then break barriers – barriers to accessing effective treatment, barriers around government inaction, barriers to insurance coverage..the list goes on.
In her hopeful and inspiring Mother's Day poem about recovery, guest blogger Grace Davies reminds us to relish in all of the important steps we've taken along the way, and that true recovery is possible for all of us: "There are many of us who walked the path before you and we will guide the way. / Keep going, keep dreaming and most importantly: keep living."
To be in our bodies is a beautiful feeling. Experiencing the multiple layers of ourselves using the information our bodies provide is a wonderful way to form a deeper connection to ourselves and the world around us. I truly believe health is a mind-body connection and as we feel into the ways our bodies communicate with us, we are able to make choices that honour our unique needs. This experience is called the feeling of "embodiment."
Every story of recovery is as unique as the person it belongs to ... For me, I had to experience the process of un-learning before I could really begin to understand myself. When the #metoo movement began to take hold in 2016, I began to reflect deeply on the problem of misogyny in the context of my eating disorder.
As someone who has had an eating disorder, I know what it’s like to wake every day facing an internal battle. Throughout my recovery, I had many relapses. Early on, I would always tell myself: “this is the last time,” and I wouldn’t tell anyone what I was going through. I didn’t think anyone would understand, and I was afraid of being judged.
It's been nearly ten years since I recovered from my past eating disorder.
This fact hit me the other day and I must admit, it made me very proud of myself. Proud of the work I did in that time of my life to better my future. It's strange; I feel so far removed from that part of my life, and feel like I am a completely different person looking back on that experience. My life is far beyond what I imagined was possible when I was 18, and my past self would be amazed at where I am today; not because of anything specific I've done that has been truly incredible, more so that I'm a functioning, independent adult who enjoys life and has ambitions. Yet that time of my life was a huge part of my developmental years and it would be unreasonable to completely dismiss it, as it is a part of my identity.
Self-Love has been a major buzz topic that has come up over the past few years. The fact that there is so much attention being paid to this term signals that people are very interested in, and intrigued by, the idea of loving… ourselves?
A catalytic moment in my recovery was when I realized that I had been trying too hard to assimilate my present and future with my past. What does this mean?